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Wannabemceez

Song	Wannabemceez
Artist	KRS-One
Album	KRS-One

Lyrics

	作词 : Martin, Parker
	One two, testing one two
	Alright party people in the place to be
	The party has already started
	And it's about to ill
	Let me introduce you to another type of rapper
	MCwhere glamor and glitter don't matter gently
	I'm tired of the
	Chattanooga empty
	Classical like a
	German luger
	Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am
	I the hyper
	Like I said, before my radar's going bibbit, bibbit
	The microphone
	I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric
	I live itHear it my spirit is where it should be
	Don't push me if you pussy
	I spot 'em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
	I got em,
	KRS got skills in the place
	I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
	As I rock 'em and get ill,
	I build the perfect spot to kill
	Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
	Whether or not you like it, still, number one
	I hype itYour album, rewrite it
	How many M
	C's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCHow many
	MC's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminals
	Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
	Sit back and chittle as
	I stand and still rebuild on skills
	The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
	Ricochet any style any day
	Any which way and you'll
	Cherish the
	Day like Sade
	The advanced oratorical techniques
	I speak keep the heat at full peak
	My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
	And crack the back of that
	DJ, I'm strappin' and attackin' a pack
	And whatever happens after that just happens, fact
	Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
	Focus on the syllable formats and the cash
	GG for guard your grill,
	I'm hard to kill
	Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
	We built and killed style and skill
	While poetically recriminate you like a child
	I willGet ill, and switch to earn 'cause
	I prefer to slur but not blur
	Blurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need it
	Be seated
	I'm undefeated dem not see it
	Observe me then beat it
	How many M
	C's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCHow many
	MC's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCLet's get back to the point quickly, get with me
	The voice from
	New York City is too witty
	I come from a era of '
	OJ cars',
	Latin Quarter
	Fake Gucci and fake
	Fendi, you can't send me
	Nowhere, that
	I ain't been to
	You can't tell me nuttin' that
	I ain't been through
	Disrespect the teacher
	I gots to get you'
	Cause they can't
	MCBut what you really sayin'
	You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying
	Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
	Before you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
	The last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?" '
	No great area'
	Everything is black and white we took the gray out it's scarier
	Either you're winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience
	But lyrically there ain't no stoppin',
	I'm droppin' a lot in your noggin''
	Cause I know that you're lyrically starvin'
	Carbon, your name, battle battle
	Everybody wants to battle but you babble
	Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
	I feel for ya soldier,
	I hate to say it but
	I told ya so
	You know that
	I know the ancient flow
	KRS-OneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
	You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow
	I'm not your foe battling me?
	No, no, no, no, no, no, no
	How many M
	C's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCHow many
	MC's, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C's, 'cause they can't
	MCIf a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war
	BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
	General Lion
	I chase them all and
	I am on fiyah
	Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
	Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Martin, Parker
	One two, testing one two
	Alright party people in the place to be
	The party has already started
	And it' s about to ill
	Let me introduce you to another type of rapper
	MCwhere glamor and glitter don' t matter gently
	I' m tired of the
	Chattanooga empty
	Classical like a
	German luger
	Deep like a tune for scuba diving who am
	I the hyper
	Like I said, before my radar' s going bibbit, bibbit
	The microphone
	I grip it, grip it, lyric, lyric
	I live itHear it my spirit is where it should be
	Don' t push me if you pussy
	I spot ' em, it seems you want to ride the dillz
	I got em,
	KRS got skills in the place
	I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
	As I rock ' em and get ill,
	I build the perfect spot to kill
	Verbal excitement will lead to your indictment
	Whether or not you like it, still, number one
	I hype itYour album, rewrite it
	How many M
	C' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCHow many
	MC' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminals
	Lyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middle
	Sit back and chittle as
	I stand and still rebuild on skills
	The admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spirit
	Ricochet any style any day
	Any which way and you' ll
	Cherish the
	Day like Sade
	The advanced oratorical techniques
	I speak keep the heat at full peak
	My grammar with stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the day
	And crack the back of that
	DJ, I' m strappin' and attackin' a pack
	And whatever happens after that just happens, fact
	Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you' re not ashy
	Focus on the syllable formats and the cash
	GG for guard your grill,
	I' m hard to kill
	Odd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skills
	We built and killed style and skill
	While poetically recriminate you like a child
	I willGet ill, and switch to earn ' cause
	I prefer to slur but not blur
	Blurring you' re stirring up trouble surely you don' t need it
	Be seated
	I' m undefeated dem not see it
	Observe me then beat it
	How many M
	C' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCHow many
	MC' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCLet' s get back to the point quickly, get with me
	The voice from
	New York City is too witty
	I come from a era of '
	OJ cars',
	Latin Quarter
	Fake Gucci and fake
	Fendi, you can' t send me
	Nowhere, that
	I ain' t been to
	You can' t tell me nuttin' that
	I ain' t been through
	Disrespect the teacher
	I gots to get you'
	Cause they can' t
	MCBut what you really sayin'
	You sound like a bitchass rapper when he' s saying" Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playing, switching and swaying
	Day in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way out
	Before you' re laid out, your bright lights start to fade out
	The last thing you heard is " Who let the K out?" '
	No great area'
	Everything is black and white we took the gray out it' s scarier
	Either you' re winnin' or losin', spinnin' the rules of conscience
	But lyrically there ain' t no stoppin',
	I' m droppin' a lot in your noggin''
	Cause I know that you' re lyrically starvin'
	Carbon, your name, battle battle
	Everybody wants to battle but you babble
	Who knows ya, battlin' me, is the only way that you can gain exposure
	I feel for ya soldier,
	I hate to say it but
	I told ya so
	You know that
	I know the ancient flow
	KRSOneIs the holder of a boulder yo, money folder yo
	You want a fresh style let me show you slow your blow
	I' m not your foe battling me?
	No, no, no, no, no, no, no
	How many M
	C' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCHow many
	MC' s, wannabemceez
	Never be M
	C' s, ' cause they can' t
	MCIf a DJ think he man den he better prepare for war
	BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue
	General Lion
	I chase them all and
	I am on fiyah
	Represent the hardest crew, you know how we do
	Anything tess, dead, gun shot to dem head, gwan